Welcome to the ArtGeni777 blog spot. Compiled of ancestors past experiences. This first post is a poem about my mothers passing of Covid 19. It was a raw, true, and honest experience. My posts to come will also tell the raw experiences of my ancestors.
When the covid reaper came
It crept into our lives one day.
Like a slow-moving snake in the grass
It slithered around us.
Missing me, missing my brothers,
Touching my sister…
And then silently wrapping itself
Around my mother.
When the covid reaper came.
Five of us, trapped in an ICU room
Gowned and Gloved
and Masked and Shielded.
We watched our mother
As she slowly suffocated to death.
When the covid reaper came.
I wanted to run!
I wanted out!
Like a trapped animal I paced.
I wanted to scream!
When the covid reaper came.
As it savagely, coiled itself
Tighter and tighter,
Whispering, enchanting, choking
We soon realized
There was no hope…
When the covid reaper came.
So, we said goodbye to the mother
That brought us into this world.
The one we loved and laughed
And cried with…our whole lives.
When the covid reaper came.
The morning after is the worst.
You wake up and for 2 seconds
Everything is normal.
Then like a swift kick in the gut
It hits you
And you remember…
When the covid reaper came.
You bury, you mourn
You cry…
But you never forget
When the covid reaper came.
